Ficlet - The End, Kougaiji/Sanzo, NC-17.
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karose, who basically wanted smut, which made me very happy! This is Kougaiji and Sanzo sharing a moment.
Kougaiji/Sanzo, R.
The End
And after the end, when the journey was over and Sanzo never wanted to set eyes on a sutra ever again, or eat hotel food, or sit in a small dragon that was pretending to be a motorised vehicle, there was a meeting.
It was long and tedious and no one served him coffee. It was no real surprise that the son of the demon king turned up halfway through, saying he'd got a memo and what the hell was this all about anyway.
Fine, Sanzo thought, I can deal with this. He remembered Kougaiji standing watching Houtou castle in flames, his father and his mother turned into black smoke and ashes and the burning gaze he'd turned on Sanzo. He looked different now, head to toe in white and with his hair shorn, his gaze carefully turned away, just as upright but smaller somehow.
They knelt side by side and Sanzo listened to his voice, as quite and precise as Kougaiji himself.
Sanzo lost track of time. The Sanbutsushin wanted to know who did what, who said what to who and when and then what happened? Didn't bitch-features Bosatsu know all this anyway? They wanted Kougaiji to stabilise India's regions. They wanted Sanzo to found a new temple, look after Goku, make sure Hakkai still behaved himself, write a book. Blah, blah, fucking blah.
Finally, just when Sanzo thought his knees might give out, they were let go.
Shafts of light from the setting sun streamed across the courtyard. Sanzo was very aware of the quiet, tense figure at his side. He had been ever since he'd arrived. Kougaiji was hard to ignore. Their eyes met and Sanzo couldn't think of a single thing to say. It had never bothered him before, but now it seemed wrong to let Kougaiji stand there, as if waiting. They were hardly enemies any longer.
'Where are you staying?' he managed, more of politeness than interest.
'An inn outside the city. It's comfortable.'
They stood in silence for a few moments longer. Sanzo thought about how much he hated staying at the temple.
'I'd be glad of your company tonight,' Kougaiji said into the quiet. 'It would be an honour.' His eyes met Sanzo's then, fully, saying far more.
Oh.
Sanzo became very aware of the distance between them: it was not much. He wondered if he'd always wanted this from Kougaiji. Kougaiji seemed to glow in the sun's gold light, burnished and gleaming. His eyes were shadowed, showing only a glint of copper.
'All right,' he said.
After dinner, where they drank only a little too much, Kougaiji, as formal as a suitor, invited him for a stroll in the garden. Sanzo didn't stop him when he moved close. A short while later, a lot less formally, Kougaiji said:
'Will you sleep with me tonight?'
Sanzo tried to remember if anyone had actually ever asked him that before.
'Why?' he said.
'Don't treat me like a fool,' said Kougaiji. 'I can see the way you look at me.'
'I meant, why would you want to?'
Kougaiji opened his mouth, then closed it. 'Do I need to give reasons?' he said after a pause. 'Tonight, it seems a good thing-- the right thing to do. I might not think so tomorrow. Yesterday I might have not spoken.
Sanzo,' he went on, when Sanzo said nothing. He laid a hand on his shoulder. This close they were eye to eye, breath to breath, 'you're very beautiful.'
People didn't say things like this to Sanzo. He didn't let them, didn't want to hear. He shut his eyes.
'Yes,' he said, and it was like he was falling off a precipice.
He opened his eyes to see Kougaiji smiling at him, a real, wide smile so that Sanzo could see his perfect white teeth. They went back to Kougaiji's room. There was a large bed and Sanzo glanced at it, refusing to give in to the tension that coiled in his stomach. Instead he paid attention to Kougaiji, and found that his clothes were made of heavy silk, rough on his fingertips next to the skin of Kougaiji's face.
'I want to see you naked,' Kougaiji said, smiling, pulling at his robes, 'help me.'
Sanzo untied his sash and shrugged his robe off, tossing it aside.
'Do you always wear this sort of thing?' Kougaiji whispered, running his hands over Sanzo's chest and arms, using his nails when his fingers passed over Sanzo's nipples.
'Ah-- it's what sanzos wear.' He let out a breath as Kougaiji's fingers pushed into his waistband. 'Why?'
'No reason.'
Then Kougaiji was kissing him, soft at first, then hot and deep. It was shocking, strange to be so close to another person, so intimate with tongues and lips and hands. Kougaiji broke off and pulled his own trousers and shirt off, then began to undo Sanzo's jeans. Sanzo tightened his arms round Kougaiji's waist; the silky skin under his hands was burning hot and Kougaiji smelled of something expensive, soap or shampoo. He drew his hands slowly up Kougaiji's back and into his hair, then back down to curve around his naked buttocks. Kougaiji moaned and pressed closer, rubbing naked against him in a shameless sort of way that made Sanzo hard and ready to do anything Kougaiji asked of him. He was dizzying; lithe and warm and powerful in his arms. They moved, slow and unsteady and joined deliciously at the mouth, to the bed
Kougaiji pushed him flat and moved over him, still kissing him, one hand smoothing down Sanzo's side as if calming him, then closing around his erection.
'Listen,' he said, because he couldn't keep it in any longer. 'I've never-- I haven't... This is all new to me.'
Kougaiji went still, his hand tight and firm around him.
'With a man? Or-- '
'Anyone,' Sanzo finished.
He was grateful Kougaiji didn't take long to answer.
'I'm glad you said,' and his hand began moving again. He leaned down to kiss him again and to murmur, 'I want you inside me. Does that sound good?'
'Yes,' Sanzo breathed. He'd never been so hard. He ached with wanting-- whatever it was.
Kougaiji groped for something on the night table. 'Dip your fingers in this,' he was saying, holding out a shallow jar. 'Now,' and he rose up on his knees, straddling him, 'put your fingers inside me.'
He stared up at him. Kougaiji was breathing heavily. 'Do it. Please,' Kougaiji whispered.
His oiled finger slid into tight heat and Kougaiji moaned above him and pushed down. Sanzo ran his free hand up his long slender thigh and over his erection. Kougaiji leaned forward and pinned him, kissing him until Sanzo thought he might come from just this, from the teasing brush of Kougaiji's balls along his cock and the circling of his hips and the heated grip on his finger. But he wanted to be inside, wanted this tightness around his cock, squeezing him.
Then Kougaiji was moving again, pulling away from Sanzo so his finger came out. He took Sanzo's erection and, then, as Sanzo gasped, sank down onto it in one slow, slick motion, until he was sitting on Sanzo's lap, so soft and hot and almost painfully tight around him.
Kougaiji's head tipped back as he lowered and raised himself on strong thighs, riding him as he pleased, shuddering and moaning above him and then he leaned down once more, gazing into Sanzo's eyes as his hips moved. Kougaiji's mouth was open, his eyes half shut.
'You're beautiful,' he murmured, again, kissing along Sanzo's jawline until their mouths met and their tongues slid together.
He didn't believe it, but the sound of Kougaiji's voice as he spoke made him want to arch and press into Kougaiji's hands. He wanted to say something back, but he didn't know what and anyway couldn't seem to make sounds come out of his mouth.
Sanzo's hand found his cock again and he stroked it, trying to keep in time, thinking that he wasn't going to last long. Kougaiji tensed, then cried out into his mouth, hands gripping his hair tight. Wetness spurted across Sanzo's fingers and along his wrist and Kougaiji was coming in his hand, panting into his mouth, convulsing and clenching around him. He put his arms round Kougaiji's waist, arched up and pushed into him hard, hips thrusting until everything was wet and slick and mindless and pleasure pierced him.
Sanzo wasn't expected back at any particular time, so he felt it was permissible to linger for a few days. Kougaiji was good company and a surprisingly good teacher, inventive and wicked. Not that he would tell anyone about this. It was none of their business after all. Their eventual goodbye was far warmer than their hello had been, and went on for some time.
Some days after this he returned home.
'Sanzo,' Hakkai said. 'You seem different, somehow. Don't you think so, Gojyo?'
Sanzo froze.
'Now you mention it, you do seem less of an uptight bastard than you were before you went.'
'Did something happen at the temple?' Hakkai went on.
'No.' It wasn't exactly a lie.
Hakkai was giving him a Look. 'But it went well?'
'Oh. Yes.'
It was the truth.
karose, who basically wanted smut, which made me very happy! This is Kougaiji and Sanzo sharing a moment. Kougaiji/Sanzo, R.
The End
And after the end, when the journey was over and Sanzo never wanted to set eyes on a sutra ever again, or eat hotel food, or sit in a small dragon that was pretending to be a motorised vehicle, there was a meeting.
It was long and tedious and no one served him coffee. It was no real surprise that the son of the demon king turned up halfway through, saying he'd got a memo and what the hell was this all about anyway.
Fine, Sanzo thought, I can deal with this. He remembered Kougaiji standing watching Houtou castle in flames, his father and his mother turned into black smoke and ashes and the burning gaze he'd turned on Sanzo. He looked different now, head to toe in white and with his hair shorn, his gaze carefully turned away, just as upright but smaller somehow.
They knelt side by side and Sanzo listened to his voice, as quite and precise as Kougaiji himself.
Sanzo lost track of time. The Sanbutsushin wanted to know who did what, who said what to who and when and then what happened? Didn't bitch-features Bosatsu know all this anyway? They wanted Kougaiji to stabilise India's regions. They wanted Sanzo to found a new temple, look after Goku, make sure Hakkai still behaved himself, write a book. Blah, blah, fucking blah.
Finally, just when Sanzo thought his knees might give out, they were let go.
Shafts of light from the setting sun streamed across the courtyard. Sanzo was very aware of the quiet, tense figure at his side. He had been ever since he'd arrived. Kougaiji was hard to ignore. Their eyes met and Sanzo couldn't think of a single thing to say. It had never bothered him before, but now it seemed wrong to let Kougaiji stand there, as if waiting. They were hardly enemies any longer.
'Where are you staying?' he managed, more of politeness than interest.
'An inn outside the city. It's comfortable.'
They stood in silence for a few moments longer. Sanzo thought about how much he hated staying at the temple.
'I'd be glad of your company tonight,' Kougaiji said into the quiet. 'It would be an honour.' His eyes met Sanzo's then, fully, saying far more.
Oh.
Sanzo became very aware of the distance between them: it was not much. He wondered if he'd always wanted this from Kougaiji. Kougaiji seemed to glow in the sun's gold light, burnished and gleaming. His eyes were shadowed, showing only a glint of copper.
'All right,' he said.
*
After dinner, where they drank only a little too much, Kougaiji, as formal as a suitor, invited him for a stroll in the garden. Sanzo didn't stop him when he moved close. A short while later, a lot less formally, Kougaiji said:
'Will you sleep with me tonight?'
Sanzo tried to remember if anyone had actually ever asked him that before.
'Why?' he said.
'Don't treat me like a fool,' said Kougaiji. 'I can see the way you look at me.'
'I meant, why would you want to?'
Kougaiji opened his mouth, then closed it. 'Do I need to give reasons?' he said after a pause. 'Tonight, it seems a good thing-- the right thing to do. I might not think so tomorrow. Yesterday I might have not spoken.
Sanzo,' he went on, when Sanzo said nothing. He laid a hand on his shoulder. This close they were eye to eye, breath to breath, 'you're very beautiful.'
People didn't say things like this to Sanzo. He didn't let them, didn't want to hear. He shut his eyes.
'Yes,' he said, and it was like he was falling off a precipice.
He opened his eyes to see Kougaiji smiling at him, a real, wide smile so that Sanzo could see his perfect white teeth. They went back to Kougaiji's room. There was a large bed and Sanzo glanced at it, refusing to give in to the tension that coiled in his stomach. Instead he paid attention to Kougaiji, and found that his clothes were made of heavy silk, rough on his fingertips next to the skin of Kougaiji's face.
'I want to see you naked,' Kougaiji said, smiling, pulling at his robes, 'help me.'
Sanzo untied his sash and shrugged his robe off, tossing it aside.
'Do you always wear this sort of thing?' Kougaiji whispered, running his hands over Sanzo's chest and arms, using his nails when his fingers passed over Sanzo's nipples.
'Ah-- it's what sanzos wear.' He let out a breath as Kougaiji's fingers pushed into his waistband. 'Why?'
'No reason.'
Then Kougaiji was kissing him, soft at first, then hot and deep. It was shocking, strange to be so close to another person, so intimate with tongues and lips and hands. Kougaiji broke off and pulled his own trousers and shirt off, then began to undo Sanzo's jeans. Sanzo tightened his arms round Kougaiji's waist; the silky skin under his hands was burning hot and Kougaiji smelled of something expensive, soap or shampoo. He drew his hands slowly up Kougaiji's back and into his hair, then back down to curve around his naked buttocks. Kougaiji moaned and pressed closer, rubbing naked against him in a shameless sort of way that made Sanzo hard and ready to do anything Kougaiji asked of him. He was dizzying; lithe and warm and powerful in his arms. They moved, slow and unsteady and joined deliciously at the mouth, to the bed
Kougaiji pushed him flat and moved over him, still kissing him, one hand smoothing down Sanzo's side as if calming him, then closing around his erection.
'Listen,' he said, because he couldn't keep it in any longer. 'I've never-- I haven't... This is all new to me.'
Kougaiji went still, his hand tight and firm around him.
'With a man? Or-- '
'Anyone,' Sanzo finished.
He was grateful Kougaiji didn't take long to answer.
'I'm glad you said,' and his hand began moving again. He leaned down to kiss him again and to murmur, 'I want you inside me. Does that sound good?'
'Yes,' Sanzo breathed. He'd never been so hard. He ached with wanting-- whatever it was.
Kougaiji groped for something on the night table. 'Dip your fingers in this,' he was saying, holding out a shallow jar. 'Now,' and he rose up on his knees, straddling him, 'put your fingers inside me.'
He stared up at him. Kougaiji was breathing heavily. 'Do it. Please,' Kougaiji whispered.
His oiled finger slid into tight heat and Kougaiji moaned above him and pushed down. Sanzo ran his free hand up his long slender thigh and over his erection. Kougaiji leaned forward and pinned him, kissing him until Sanzo thought he might come from just this, from the teasing brush of Kougaiji's balls along his cock and the circling of his hips and the heated grip on his finger. But he wanted to be inside, wanted this tightness around his cock, squeezing him.
Then Kougaiji was moving again, pulling away from Sanzo so his finger came out. He took Sanzo's erection and, then, as Sanzo gasped, sank down onto it in one slow, slick motion, until he was sitting on Sanzo's lap, so soft and hot and almost painfully tight around him.
Kougaiji's head tipped back as he lowered and raised himself on strong thighs, riding him as he pleased, shuddering and moaning above him and then he leaned down once more, gazing into Sanzo's eyes as his hips moved. Kougaiji's mouth was open, his eyes half shut.
'You're beautiful,' he murmured, again, kissing along Sanzo's jawline until their mouths met and their tongues slid together.
He didn't believe it, but the sound of Kougaiji's voice as he spoke made him want to arch and press into Kougaiji's hands. He wanted to say something back, but he didn't know what and anyway couldn't seem to make sounds come out of his mouth.
Sanzo's hand found his cock again and he stroked it, trying to keep in time, thinking that he wasn't going to last long. Kougaiji tensed, then cried out into his mouth, hands gripping his hair tight. Wetness spurted across Sanzo's fingers and along his wrist and Kougaiji was coming in his hand, panting into his mouth, convulsing and clenching around him. He put his arms round Kougaiji's waist, arched up and pushed into him hard, hips thrusting until everything was wet and slick and mindless and pleasure pierced him.
*
Sanzo wasn't expected back at any particular time, so he felt it was permissible to linger for a few days. Kougaiji was good company and a surprisingly good teacher, inventive and wicked. Not that he would tell anyone about this. It was none of their business after all. Their eventual goodbye was far warmer than their hello had been, and went on for some time.
Some days after this he returned home.
'Sanzo,' Hakkai said. 'You seem different, somehow. Don't you think so, Gojyo?'
Sanzo froze.
'Now you mention it, you do seem less of an uptight bastard than you were before you went.'
'Did something happen at the temple?' Hakkai went on.
'No.' It wasn't exactly a lie.
Hakkai was giving him a Look. 'But it went well?'
'Oh. Yes.'
It was the truth.
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Date: 2005-07-27 03:31 pm (UTC)More formal review (read: gushing) when I come home. But for the moment: THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU THANK YOU.
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Date: 2005-07-27 07:04 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it!
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Date: 2005-07-27 04:55 pm (UTC)I notice so few people write this pairing. It was my first favorite, so GO YOU.
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Date: 2005-07-27 11:32 pm (UTC)I like the bit at the end, especially "the Look", I can so see Hakkai trying to puzzle him out.
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Date: 2005-07-28 01:28 pm (UTC)Thank you:)
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Date: 2005-07-28 07:21 am (UTC)Didn't bitch-features Bosatsu know all this anyway? XD XD XD I think that's a new descriptive, there. I love reading all the different ways that Sanzo can think badly of Kanzeon.
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Date: 2005-07-28 01:29 pm (UTC)Very glad you liked this:)
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Date: 2005-07-30 07:15 am (UTC)Sanzo/Kou is my pet pairing. Yay for seeing more of it. ^_^
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Date: 2007-04-01 03:17 am (UTC)There are a lot of hot guys in saiyuki obviously, but I've always thought Kougaiji is just so gorgeous (Sanzo will always be #1 for me) I love this pairing. This is first fic w/this pairing I've ever read and it was so lovely. Off to search for more. : )